Monday, 4 May 2015

Diary of an Honest Naturalista: Week 100

The way I feel at the moment, I can’t remember feeling this way in a very looooonnnnnggggg time. I feel so weak, tired and totally worn out. The past week was so hectic that I almost dropped lack a sack every night I got home. Jumping overpriced buses after waiting for hours at the bus stop, in the season of fuel scarcity is not funny at all. I just pray this hectic season of my life comes to an end really soon because I can’t continue this way at all.

Will I ever get a car of my own? If yes, when? My current salary is not so encouraging, and if I subtract my expenses from my income, and save diligently save the rest in the absence of emergencies, it will take me about two years to buy a tokunbo car, and it wouldn’t be a very good one.

Another option is to pray Dimeji buys a car for himself, and dashes me the one he is currently using. Honestly, I am not very comfortable with that option. I am not such a fan of collecting such expensive gifts from boyfriends or girlfriends. Maybe when we get married, hopefully. I remember when we spoke recently.

“Anna, you sound so down.”

“Sweetheart, I am extremely fagged out.” I drawled. “I just want my bed to swallow me up right now. I was at the bus stop for close to two hours, standing.”

“Aww, sorry dear. I can imagine the stress. You should get a car o.”

“And how will I get a car?” I instantly became alert and defensive.

“At least, you are working.” He joked, knowing the true situation of things.

“Maybe you should find me a job with a better salary, or at least start a business so you can employ me and pay me armed robber salary.” I joked back.

“At least I got you one, and it is better than zero salary.”

“Well, maybe you should buy me a car then. My suffering is an inditement on you o.” I joked.

“Don’t worry. Car is a small thing. I will buy all these things for you one day.”

I hesitated and smiled. It had been a while since we talked futuristically, and his statement got me mushy all over again. Things have been looking up for us for a while, and I pray it continues this way.

The call ended after some more random sweet talks, and I remembered that I still needed a car!

My colleague Yemisi, the one with the crazy dyed short natural hair drives a very big car. She told me her fiancée bought it for her. I was practically envious until she told me they’ve been engaged for three years, and she spends almost all her time in his house, yet they still don’t have a wedding date. I maintained a calm demeanour, but in my mind, I was like this.